Chapter One

Dream: Blood or Coffee?

“Hey Mick c’mon share that” shouted Criss “c’mon share it, I helped you get it, you have to share it!” Mick smirked his unruly hair shook under his backwards baseball cap. Mick Adaire is a diner owner in West Virginia. He’s also a vampire.

“ Oh come on, you can have it. I have to open the shop in an hour” said Mick taking a swig of his blood flask.

“ I still don’t understand why you want to run a diner?” Criss asked.

Mick sighed “ it’s better than waiting until nightfall to go feast on unsuspecting humans.”

Criss smirked “ it’s raining so I’m going to stay at your upstairs coffin, is that okay?”

“ Yeah sure, whatever” Mick said as headed down the stairs to start the grills and start up the coffee makers.

“ Come on man, close up the diner today for one day” Criss said as he sat at the counter.

“ Oh please, like what am I supposed to do for the rest of the day while customers bang on my door; demanding coffee? Hmm? No way, but tonight definitely” Mick said as he poured himself a cup coffee.

“ Dude. How can you drink this crap? It’s smells horrible, and it tastes just like it smells. Who would drink this?”.

Mick chuckled” I have two very high paying coffee loving customers. They basically would marry coffee if it was allowed. They both come in the morning for breakfast, one of them stops her may be once or twice as the day goes on. They both meet here at 4:30, then they meet here for dinner. And their my friend are my two high paying customers”.

Criss smirked” my sisters are coming into town today, they wanted to see what a small town would look like as rain falls down”.

“ Are serious?” asked Mick “Are they that weird?”.

“ Well they did play hockey with food that they had lying around the house, then proceeded to have a food fight for three hours. So tell me about these high paying customers? Hmm? Are they cute?”.

“ They got some charm and unless you are love in with guys, they are right you. Their names are Leonardo and his son Gary Burtenally”.

“ I always thought men had better blood than women did” Criss said jokingly.

“ Yeah especially the ones, who have O+. But hey I can’t complain all blood taste the same to me” said Mick as he put some of his blood flask into his coffee.